Tossing, turning, sometimes burning.
Yet all the while hazily yearning.
For Peace in the night, a simply slumber and respite.
Yet it seems to elude once more.
Sometimes sleep can be such a chore.
A quick drift, eyes closing tight
Yet a noise is heard, just out of sight.
Eyes pop open, gaze around on fright.
Again there will be no sleep this night.
Try once more, maybe you’ll get there.
A stray thought blows in, shrieking through the mind.
Bolt up you go, sleep now left behind.
Will the nights ever be once more kind?
When your memories show exactly what in the shadows hide.
RedRavenPoems 
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